A Gentle Morning

When the sun arises
like a dream just opening
When sweet is the morning aura
dewy blossoms glisten
like our lover's eyes
And the sweet smell of earth and air
bring only milk and honey to mind
And only a morning breeze as this
would I permit to touch you -
one gliding preciously over your soft flesh
and through your love swept hair
as our gentle morning awakens.

S J Garrett

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